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I Became The Sky

I could have stared at the sky for hours.

It was glowing.

Grey and orange; still against the crashing sea.

But it wasn’t the vision of the sunset that moved me.

It was the feel of it

within me.

So calm, I became the sky.

Peaceful.

Still.

And quietly waiting

for nothing at all.

By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

4 replies on “I Became The Sky”

Aww 💞 I’m sure everyone else was staring too, so they’d not have noticed you. ☺️I found the peace almost haunting. I’m just so touched by soft energies like that these days. Love it! xx

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